Shen Glaze, the intangible inheritor of traditional mineral pigments, is twenty-six years old. His hands are always covered with mineral powder, but his heart is colder than lapis lazuli.
Gu Zhuo, a genius student in the oil painting department, is twenty-two years old. His smile is like the sunshine on the plateau, and his words are hotter than cinnabar.
He broke into her studio and said he wanted to learn grinding. She refused and he refused to leave. She had a cold face, and he got closer and closer.
But what she didn't know was that his mother was Shi Chunlin - the senior colorist who abandoned her and whom she looked up to all her life.
He also realized that his father was staring at the land of her studio, waiting to close the net.
The two people, separated by layers of barriers of paint, life experience, and family, went from temptation to getting closer, from tearing apart to deep love.
Azurite is cold and cinnabar is hot. But when they are ground together, they become Chinese red that will never fade.
——You are the most difficult color match in my life.
